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  Teacher’s Pet

  Jenna Rose

  Copyright © 2019 by Jenna Rose

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  Contents

  1. Caleb

  2. Lizbeth

  3. Caleb

  4. Lizbeth

  5. Caleb

  6. Lizbeth

  7. Caleb

  8. Lizbeth

  9. Lizbeth

  10. Caleb

  11. Lizbeth

  12. Lizbeth

  13. Caleb

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Caleb

  She’d come out of nowhere—struck me like a missile and sent me spiraling out of control before crashing down to earth. She was like a drug that had been specially crafted for me, and once I had a taste of her, I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

  No woman had ever gotten my attention like that before. She was a head-turner, and I just knew that all eyes had been on her as she stepped into The Pub, the dive bar I liked to go the day before classes started. It was a tradition.

  She was pure, innocent, with absolutely no idea the control she had over every male when she walked into the room, wearing nothing more than a pair of those patterned hippie yoga pants and a crop-top sweatshirt. Her hair was up in a messy bun like she’d just rolled out of bed, but her eyes…

  They sparkled like diamonds, a perfect blue like the morning sky, two glimmering lights amidst shadows of the dimly lit bar.

  Holy shit…

  Those yoga pants made even average girls look good in them, but she was crushing it. They clung to her succulent thighs and gorgeous ass that I immediately wanted to sink my teeth into. She had a slight gap between her legs and the fabric of her pants was so tight I could even make out the outlines of the pretty little pussy she was hiding under there.

  What does it look like? I thought, picturing my options. Did she have a nice, plump little mound like a peach? Or was it just a tiny little pink slit, glistening with her wetness, inviting me to slide inside? One thing was for sure; in pants like those, there was no way she had any hair down there. I’d have noticed.

  My cock was throbbing beneath my pants, threatening to bust my zipper as it swelled. I shifted uncomfortably on my stool and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as I moved it down my left pant leg.

  “Fuck…” I growled, my hand clenching down on my glass of whiskey on the rocks. If she was shaved, that meant she was shaving for someone. Someone else out there had seen the beautiful secret she was hiding under that stretchy fabric, and the mere thought of that had me boiling with anger.

  No drink on Earth would quench my thirst for her. I was completely under her spell.

  Even at thirty-nine years of age, I was voted the “sexiest professor on campus for 2019” (voted for unofficially on Facebook by a surprising number of coeds on campus), and had plenty of options. Freshmen to seniors, they wanted to live out that teacher-student fantasy, and most men in my position would be taking full advantage of that. But not me.

  In today’s climate, behavior like that was not only frowned upon, but it was also a career destroyer.

  Inappropriate use of power.

  Using his position to manipulate and harass.

  Those were the things they would say about me if I ever dipped my pen into the company ink—so to speak. So I smiled to the girls and kept my head down, focused on my work and waited for the day I would feel that spark, the spark that would tell me I had found something real—something lasting—more than just a wide-eyed girl with a fantasy who wanted me for a story she could tell for the rest of her life.

  And when she walked in, I felt that spark.

  She was with a friend who looked like she could be either a stripper or a girl with a Premium Snap, with a Louis Vuitton bag (probably fake), short skirt and heels like she was going for the sexy coed look. I wondered what she could possibly be doing with a girl like that as they found a seat in the corner away from the bar.

  I heard the barkeep muttering at an old, creepy-looking prick by the jukebox. Words like “sexy,” and “slim thick,” and “juicy,” caused my hand to bunch into a fist. Entitled little piece of shit. I wanted to go down to his stool and knock him on his ass. If I wasn’t a tenured professor, I fucking would have.

  No, I had to get her alone somehow. But that friend of hers was seriously cockblocking. I downed the rest of my drink, hoping the alcohol would do something to blunt my raging desire for her, but all it did was make things worse.

  Her friend said something that made her laugh, and I groaned as her tits bounced beneath her sweatshirt. If I could see them through that, then she was stacked, no doubt about it. I was doing my best to keep it together, but when she turned to look around the bar, and our eyes met, I fucking lost it.

  I didn’t flinch. I didn’t smile. I stared at her with a burning heat, letting her know good and well what my intentions were. An almost shocked look crossed her face, and my dick ached for her as a flush appeared across her cheeks. She went red and quickly turned away, leaving me even more thirsty than I’d been before.

  Fuck it, I thought as I stood up. I had to speak with her and I didn’t give one good goddamn if her friend was there. But as I approached their table, they both got up and headed for the back where the bathrooms were.

  I followed them. The men’s room was back there too, which would give me an excuse, but when her friend vanished through the first door, I realized that the universe was on my side that night; the bathrooms only fit one at a time, which left her standing alone in the hallway, the wall lamp beside her illuminating her with a warm golden glow.

  And then I was right beside her, so close I could feel the heat of her body, smell the lotion she’d put on her skin, the shampoo she’d used on her hair. But beneath it all, there was the slightest hint of her smell, and that was what really set me on fire. It took every ounce of my strength not to wrap my arms around her and kiss her.

  “Uhm…hi?” she whispered, looking up from her phone and then back down again. Those innocent little blue eyes were like forces of nature, gravity pulling me closer and closer.

  “What are you doing with her?”

  She’s shy. I’ll fix that.

  “W—what do you mean?” Her voice was like the sweetest music on a summer breeze.

  “Her,” I replied, nodding to the bathroom door. “You’re not like her.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re innocent,” I told her. “She’s not.”

  She blushed even more and tried to hide those beautiful eyes from me again, but I reached out and took her by the wrist and pushed her phone away from her. When her eyes found mine again, I couldn’t stop a hungry growl from escaping my lips. She heard it for sure and began to tremble.

  “How do you know?” she asked.

  “It’s obvious. Look at you—hair up in a bun, no make-up. But still, every male eye in the place is on you.”

  She opened her mouth, possibly to say something, but when I saw the wetness on her lips, I couldn’t contain myself.

  I kissed her.

  My whole fucking world rocked as I pulled her close to me and felt every one of her plump, soft curves against my hard body. Her tits were big—I could feel them against my muscled chest, and I leaned into her, making sure she could feel the massive erection I was packing in my pants.

  All for you…

  She leaned into me, opened her mouth hungrily to accept my tongue. I groaned as I pulled her closer, reached around and cupped her ass and felt the f
irm flesh. I didn’t care if anyone saw us—as a matter of fact, I wished the guys in here would. That way they’d know she was mine and that they should shut the fuck up and keep their eyes off of her.

  Her hand slid around my back and traced the lines of my muscles. She moaned, sparking the flames even higher inside me, and I spanked her tight little ass and pulled her closer.

  My head was spinning. After being alone for so long, for not taking advantage of the advances the countless coeds made on me every year, feeling our lips sealed together and our bodies pressed up against each other changed my life forever.

  Suddenly, nothing else in the world mattered—only her.

  This wasn’t something I did either. But this girl had power over me, like she’d been designed by God just for me. I was powerless.

  Using my left leg, I spread her legs open and pulled her closer, grinding my hard cock against her little pussy. She was warm. And wet. I wanted to see it. I needed to. I wanted to tear her clothes off and take her right then and there, but just as another moan escaped her lips, the bathroom door creaked loudly and opened.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed, leaping away from me. “I—um…”

  “Hey, bitch!” her silly little friend exclaimed. “Guess who just texted me—?”

  She stopped when she saw me and gave me a strange look. It was obviously something had just been going on.

  “Hi,” I smiled. “I was just asking your friend here about her…”

  My voice trailed off. I had no fucking idea what to say.

  “About my pants,” she replied, saving me. “You wanted a pair for your daughter, right?”

  Daughter! How fucking old does she think I am? I was only thirty-nine. To have a daughter her age…fuck!

  “Oh,” her friend replied. “They have them at practically every store. We’ve got to go now. Bye!”

  And like that—she was gone.

  All I could do was watch her go as her stupid fucking friend pulled her away and led her back out the door, gossiping about whoever it was that had just texted her while she was in the bathroom.

  A guy, no doubt.

  I was boiling inside. Who the hell was that girl she was with anyway?

  But my life had been turned upside down. I’d tasted the sweetness of perfection—held it in my hands, and I knew that the universe had brought us together for a reason and even if she was gone now, the world would bring us together again.

  I wouldn’t stop looking until I found her.

  Chapter Two

  Lizbeth

  “Excuse me,” I said nervously to a tall guy wearing a pink polo shirt. “Do you know where Hubbard Hall is?”

  “I might,” he replied. “But I know something better. Where my dorm room is.”

  Asshole.

  He didn’t even make an attempt to hide the fact that he was checking me out. He clearly thought he was hot shit, was probably a senior frat boy used to girls throwing themselves at him for clout points, but I wasn’t buying anything that he was selling.

  “Thanks, but no thanks,” I replied as I stepped out of the cover of the awning and back out into the rain.

  You should have packed an umbrella, Lizzy!

  I could just hear my mother’s voice and what she’d say if I ever complained to her about today. Pouring rain on the first day of classes, and all I had was a lousy hoodie to keep me dry. It didn’t help that I also had no idea where Hubbard Hall was and was definitely going to be late.

  I felt like a mess, not just because I’d slept through two alarms and was now wandering across campus like Frodo and Sam, lost on their way to Mordor, but because of just how not ready I was for my new life.

  All around me, the girls looked confident, happy and excited. They laughed and squealed as they walked in groups, talking about boys and how many parties they were going to go to and “dick appointments” they were going to arrange. Meanwhile, I was terrified of the whole scene.

  Drinks. Dancing. Hook-ups. Boys. But most of all, I didn’t want to face the fact that I’d come to college a virgin.

  “Who does that?” Julie had asked me a week ago. “Why don’t you just fuck Thatcher? You know he’s into you.”

  “Ugh,” I’d groaned. “Thatcher is just too…nice. You know?”

  Julie nodded. “Yeah. He’s pretty fucking beta.”

  “I just want to find a guy who—”

  “Who just takes you like a fucking animal?” she suggested. “Like a fucking vampire who kidnaps you and takes you back to his lair to be his little plaything for all of eternity?”

  “Uhhm…not exactly,” I laughed. “But something along those lines.”

  “Yeah,” she sighed. “Don’t we all. But if you don’t lose your V-card before you go, you’re going to be left sifting through the fuckboys for the lucky guy who gets to pop your cherry!”

  Julie may have been a little bit crazy, but she was right. So I’d gone along with her plan; go out for a drink where she knew the bartender, text Thatcher and see what he was up to, then give myself over to him so I could just get the whole thing over with and move on to college as a non-virgin, ready to face the world!

  At least…that was the plan.

  But as soon as she picked me up and took me to the bar, I realized it wasn’t going to happen. It wasn’t me.

  And when he came out of the blue and rolled over me like an avalanche, everything had changed.

  Tall. Strong. Gorgeous. Dangerous.

  He was all those things and more, and he’d knocked me on my ass when I first saw him. That chiseled jaw, the sculpted physique barely hiding beneath his chinos and tight white t-shirt, the five o’clock shadow and eyes that stared into my soul like he already knew me. He’d made me feel like the only girl in the world—something no man had ever done.

  All night I’d thought about his hands on me…the way it felt so natural to open my lips to him and let his fingers explore my body…

  …the spank he’d given me like I was a bad little girl.

  And he was right—I was. At least right then.

  Making out with a completely random stranger you just met seconds ago? Who did that? But it felt completely natural. He’d taken me, and I’d been fully prepared to give myself to him. I’d been wet for him, and things had only gotten worse when he made me grind against him and I felt his hard cock pressing against my clit. That right there was more than I’d ever done with any man, and if he’d wanted to take me there in that hallway and claim me, take my virginity and fuck me on the dirty rug of the bar, I would have totally let him—I would have been helpless to resist.

  But then Julie had come back from the bathroom and ruined everything.

  She’d pulled me out of there, intent on hooking me up with Thatcher.

  Thatcher! Even the thought of giving myself to him now was even more ludicrous than it had been before. Thatcher? Compared to him, he was nothing. This man was everything. An Adonis. A male model with primal eyes that looked at me with that basic, genetic lust that had me spinning.

  I’d gone home that night, bailing completely on Thatcher, climbed into bed and thought about him. Even though my new roommate was asleep in her bed, I couldn’t resist spreading my legs and using two fingers to play with my pussy, using my wetness to lubricate my clit.

  I shook as I thought about him—the way he’d pulled me to him like he owned me and forced me to grind against his cock that was barely concealed beneath his pants. I couldn’t stop thinking what it looked like. I may not have ever seen a real dick, but I knew enough to know that he was definitely far, far above average in the size department.

  But just as I’d been getting close, a group of partiers had come in and slammed the door in the hallway so loud that I actually almost jumped out of bed. They made so much noise for so long that I’d ended falling asleep completely unsatisfied and woke up feeling quite the same. And now, trudging through the rain on my way to my first class, I felt terrible.

  I’d lost him. I’d let Julie p
ull me away and now I’d lost him.

  “Hubbard Hall?” someone shouted beside me. “Is this it, Tim?”

  “Yeah! Let’s get the fuck inside!”

  I looked up to see two dude-bros wearing basketball shorts and sandals racing up the steps of an old brick building. Above the door was a sign: Hubbard Hall. I ran after them and practically threw myself inside. The door shut behind me leaving me standing in the atrium, looking—and feeling—like a wet rat.

  “Kill me…” I sighed as I did my best to wring the water out of my clothes as other students passed me on their way to classes. I could just feel their looks, judging me. The first day of classes and I was already that weird girl who looked like she’d swum across campus.

  I debated going back to change, but without an umbrella I’d just end up soaking through another set of clothes. So once I was slightly less drenched, I found my lecture hall and kept my head down as I found a seat in the corner. I was late—last for my first class of the year—and being called out by the teacher was the last thing I needed.

  Anatomy 101. It was a gen-ed but also a requirement for the nursing program I was hoping to get into. Despite my morning from hell, I was excited to get to work, but as I opened my notebook and uncapped my pen, something happened that had me questioning my sanity.

  I looked up and saw him.

  What the, what the, what the fuck?

  “So as I said, welcome to Anatomy 101!” he announced from the desk, looking like every girl’s dream professor. He was wearing dark chinos with loafers and a tight button-up with the top two buttons undone. My heart lunged into my throat and my entire body went warm. I felt my cheeks blushing and didn’t know whether to leap out of my seat or slink down deeper into it.

  For a moment, I questioned my own sanity. It—it couldn’t be…right?